Chapter 2
Although Helen decided to radically alter her sex-life, more than a week passed before the first opportunity presented itself.
On a hot, humid afternoon, after two hours of downtown shopping, she decided to relax in the cocktail lounge at the Hotel Savoy on Main Street. There was a bit of nostalgia connected with the place. Years before, the Savoy Lounge had been a favorite with her friends. It was still decent enough, and a cool beer would suit her fine. She had no expectations of meeting anyone. All the old crowd was gone, either moved out of town or married and settled down. She smiled when she remembered how the underage kids could never pry more than a Coke out of the bartender.
Once inside the lounge, she sat down at the bar, ordered a beer, and relaxed. She'd hardly sipped the foam off the glass when she heard a voice beside her.
"It can't be anyone else except Helen Laird."
She turned. The voice belonged to a tall man with dark hair and a rugged chin. She stared at him a long moment, and then she recognized him.
"Bruce Dobbs!" she said. "My God, I haven't seen you since Finley High!"
A broad grin spread over his face. "You're looking good, Helen. In fact, you always looked good. I'm inviting myself to buy you a drink."
They exchanged old memories. They told stories about people they knew. At the end of an hour their knees were touching and they were holding hands. When he invited her to visit his bachelor apartment, where they could be more comfortable, she accepted without batting an eye. She'd made up her mind to improve her sex-life, and this was obviously an opportunity knocking at the door.
Inside his apartment, Bruce brought out a shaker filled with daiquiris. They relaxed on the sofa, and before long their mouths were together, their tongues tangling in a deep kiss.
"You're turning me on," he said.
He ran his fingertips over the front of her dress, outlining the contours of her breasts. Then his fingers closed over a full tit, fondling it until her nipple rose up long and hard.
She moved a hand down to his lap and found the bulge of his cock. She fingered the hard shaft and playfully squeezed his cockhead.
"Well, you're not lying about being turned on," she said. "Take it out."
"We hardly know each other," she teased.
"Don't be funny. Open my pants."
Pulling his zipper down, she scooped his cock out of his shorts and trousers. She stopped kissing him and looked down at his lap.
"You're big," she said. "I love big cocks."
The impulse to suck him was too strong to resist. Slipping to her knees on the rug in front of him, she pushed his thighs apart and lowered her mouth to his cock.
He groaned at the first touch of her wet lips sliding down over his cockhead. She lifted out his balls and jigged them as her lips sucked and slurped up and down on the plum-shaped knob. She finally pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up at him.
"Don't you have a bed in this damned place?"
He laughed and carried her to the bedroom. She undressed for him, thrilling at the glitter in his eyes as they raked over her body. Her skin tingled with anticipation. Oh, God, how she wanted it! She hoped he had enough stamina to fuck her through the floor. I hope he doesn't dawdle, she thought. If he dawdled, she'd certainly rape him.
Raping him turned out to be unnecessary. Within moments, he had her stretched out on the bed with legs open and his face covering her crotch.
She moaned, trembled, and pulled his head in to anchor his mouth tightly on her cunt. He slobbered and slurped until the pleasure of it brought shudders to her spine.
When he finally came up for air, his mouth coated with her cuntjuice, he looked up at her face with a twinkle in his eyes.
"You like that?"
"I love it," she moaned.
"You've got a sweet little pussy," he said. "I've been thinking about diving on it for hours. Open it up for me, show me the inside."
Moving her fingers down, she opened her cuntlips for him. The lewdness of what she was doing overwhelmed her. He leaned his face for ward and peered closely at the inside of her cunt. She trembled when she felt his hot breath on the open, dripping gash. All her self-consciousness vanished. She loved the idea of him staring right up her cunt-hole.
"Lots of juice in there," he said. "You're hot for it, aren't you?"
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "I can't stand it any more! Make me come! Suck me and make me come! Please!"
With a deep chuckle, he swooped down on her, extending his tongue, lapping up the froth of cuntjuice oozing out of her cunt-hole.
"Oh, God, I love it!" she hissed. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"
He lapped and slurped, and then he stiffened his tongue and whipped it over her clit, flicking it back and forth to tease the hot little button.
She opened her legs as wide as possible to give him all the room he needed. The sweet sensation of his tongue massaging her clit brought a series of groans to her throat. With each spasm of pleasure, she gushed out a heavy flow of creamy cuntjuice. She felt as if she'd been transformed into one yearning hole, a foaming, mindless cunt consumed with a need to be filled. He rubbed, teased, and tickled her clit, and then he finally moved down and rammed his tongue into the hot grip of her cunt-hole.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she groaned. "Oh, God, yes! Fuck me with your tongue! Fuck my cunt!"
She shivered at the wet sucking sounds made by his lips and tongue. He kept his mouth glued to her gaping cunt, probing the depths, massaging the flesh. Taking her hairy cuntlips in his fingers, he spread them open and began licking the pink flesh with the broad surface of his tongue, up and down, from the sensitive skin between her cunthole and asshole to the quivering red tip of her clit, and then back down the long, slimy groove.
She squealed when she felt the tip of his tongue tickling her asshole. Her body stiffened, her heart raced, as she waited breathlessly for his next move. His tongue circled the rim of her asshole, teasing the puckered mouth, and then suddenly his tongue was inside, wriggling into the rubbery hole.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" she groaned. "Oh, shit, that's delicious! Oh, yes! Oh, honey! Oooooooohhhhh!"
Then once more he wrapped his tongue around her clit, sucking it, flicking it back and forth, using his mouth to pull it out like a tiny nipple.
She gasped when she felt a fingertip on the ring of her asshole. She pushed out, opening the hole, inviting him in. He pressed his long, hard finger into the hot grip of her ass, screwed it around to loosen the muscle, and then began slowly pistoning the finger in and out. Then his thumb moved up to her cunthole, pushed in to the last knuckle, and she found herself being finger-fucked in both holes at the same time.
When he bent down again to take her clit between his lips and begin sucking on it, she went wild. Finger-fucked in her ass and cunt, her clit throbbing between his teeth, she groaned and shuddered through the spasms of her first come.
Halfway back from oblivion, she reached for him. "Fuck me!" she hissed. "Fuck me now!"
When he climbed up between her legs, she moaned at the sight of the drops of liquid leaking out of the head of his twitching cock. His hairy balls looked bloated, filled to bursting with hot jism.
He began teasing her, stroking his cockhead up and down between her wet, drooping cuntlips.
"How do you like it?" he said. "Slow or fast?"
"Don't tease!" she hissed. "Give it to me!"
He chuckled and held back. "Relax," he said. "It's better to take your time. Hold your cunt open, let me work on it a little with my cock."
She held open her cuntlips with her fingers, moaning as he slid his cockhead up and down the wet, meaty gash.
Dobbs was more than a little amazed at his luck. He'd seen her around town a few times, had recognized her as one of the girls he'd known in high school, but he hadn't remembered her name until she walked into the Savoy Lounge. He'd never had much success with married women, maybe because he came on too strong, but here she was, Helen Laird, now Helen Percy, stretched out on his bed and offering up her cunt to him.
She had a full-lipped, ripe-looking cunt, the ripeness of it went along well with the rest of her. She had full, heavy tits and big nipples. The areolas were now drawn up into bumps and ridges, and the nipples themselves were as thick and long as the end joint of a little finger.
"Fuck me!" she moaned.
This time he yielded. Positioning his cockhead in the socket of her cunt-hole, he slowly pushed into the warm, wet channel.
"Oh, God, that's good!" she said.
He began fucking her slowly, moving his thick cock in and out of the swampy cavern of her cunt. Helen found herself comparing the feel of his cock to that of her husband's. Maybe Bruce was a little thicker, but it didn't matter. What was important was that he knew how to fuck, knew how to tease her until her pussy was on fire. She clamped her legs high around his back and pounded her cunt up to follow his rhythm.
"Oh, shit, you feel great!" he hissed. The muscles in her cunt seemed to grip him in a vise, milking his cock. He slid his meat in and out, prodding and probing the drenched, buttery hole. She kept bucking her hips, meeting each thrust with one of her own, her body moving like a well-oiled machine.
"Yessss!" she hissed.
He began pumping harder, his cock moving in and out with an increased tempo. Her legs hooked around the backs of his thighs and she moaned with delight, her heavy tits jiggling, her ass squirming each time his balls slapped against her crotch.
He suddenly pulled out, moved away, and stood up beside the bed. She moaned at the abrupt absence of his cock.
"Sit up," he said.
She had no idea what he was up to, but when she sat up, he lifted his dripping, cunt juice-coated cock with his hand and pushed his fat, swollen cockhead into her gaping mouth.
The sudden taste of her own cuntjuice brought a muffled groan to her throat. She pulled her mouth off him and began licking his cock, slowly stroking the loose foreskin with her fingers. She buried her nose in his cockhair, sniffing the musky smell of him. Moving her mouth down, she lapped his balls, tonguing first one and then the other, her teeth gently nibbling the wrinkled skin of the sac. Then her lips slid up to his cock again, riding over the rigid column of meat, rubbing over the smooth, fat knob of his cockhead.
"Oh, yeah, that's good!" he hissed.
Working over his cockhead, she swirled her tongue over the tight, velvety skin, licking the tip and the sensitive skin on the underside. She ran her tongue-tip along the ridge of cockhead and into the groove behind it. Opening her mouth, forming a ring with her lips, she sucked in the knob as though it were a ripe, juicy plum.
She began bobbing her head up and down, fucking him with her mouth, one hand jiggling his balls, the other sliding around his hip to clutch an ass cheek.
He finally groaned and pulled his cock away from her face. "Kneel on the bed," he said. "Show me your ass."
"Oh, God, no!" she whimpered.
When he saw the frightened look in her eyes, he chuckled. "Don't worry," he said. "I don't go in the backdoor unless I'm invited."
She turned on the bed and pointed her ass in his direction. The animal-like position sent a shudder of lust through her body.
His eyes glittering, Dobbs looked down at the full beard of her cunt pouting between the tops of her thighs. Splaying out his hands over the moons of her ass, he pried the cheeks apart and studied the tight ring of her asshole.
"You promised!" she wailed.
"Take it easy," he laughed. "I'm just looking at it."
"Fuck me! she cried. "I can't wait any more!"
Closing his fist around the shaft of his cock, he wedged his cockhead into the sopping mouth of her cunt. With a short grunt, he pushed his hips forward, sinking his cock deep into the waiting hole.
His hands sliding over her body, he stroked his turgid fuck-meat in and out of her steaming channel. She rested her head and shoulders on the mattress, arching her back, raising up her ass and rotating her hips.
"I love it!" she moaned. "Fuck me hard!"
He began riding her ass with deep, hard strokes, his pelvis jamming against her bouncing ass, his cock pile-driving in and out of the hot grip of her cunt.
When he reached his fingers down to massage her clit, she wailed from the pleasure of it.
When he slipped the thumb of his other hand up to the ring of her asshole and pushed it in, she cried out and began bucking her ass in a frenzy.
"OH, GOD, FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! KEEP FUCKING ME! DON'T STOP!"
She went over the top, shuddering and quaking, her ass grinding away at his cock.
The spastic contractions of her steaming cunt soon brought Dobbs past the point of no return. He began shooting his load, pumping powerful spurts of hot jism into the drenched cunt milking his cock.
Reaching back her hand, Helen squeezed his balls, vented a final moan, and collapsed on the bed.